Your time has run out, scum God have mercy on your dirty soul So you must die
[Cage] I'm draggin my brain through the mud Spillin blue blood, pull a filter out you love Bottles stashed in these finger in my two gloves A few tubs, filled with that shit that turn you killer Adrenaline gland under my tounge, ripped out a gorilla brain Still insane, but I feel the pain better Too fucked up off this Jesus piss to get my shit together In a fog, get probbed, reluctantly I've grown zero Each one of my nerve endings switching with my bonemarrow The scenery surrounding me isn't really reality Atleast that's what I tell myself to get it out of me The quest to find my inner uglyness is over The secret to my failure is easier than being sober If my self loathing hatred killing your high yet Just cop the bundle, dude was like "I don't know how you didn't die yet" I'm mortal with water, I'm borderline, this border nine I'm painting pop art with a fucking bucket of corporate minds
[Cage] If evil decides today he left her sucking on the guns She put what she thought on the wall and left her tounge These secrecy I say want crunches to come No digits to dig, is she to cookin with nowhere to run Son a, Senator dies today, he put too much in the blunt They left him leaking on the floor with liquid in his lungs I'm stuck with these lies to say Why bring a daughter or son into a planet That you paying to drink the water from
[Tame One] Sherming like Nutty Professor flicks With the most toxic narcotics I'm like Keith Murray, illiotic with product Leak like security breaches With reefers you smell from long distance The wet takes the breath of strong-windeds I never intended to recommend the sins we doing But people already assuming I'm high as Witney Houston Accumulated more dust than maids and a butler Fuck a broom, you need mops to sop up in my rubber room Bring in the pain, I sing in the rain like Gene Kelly In between tellys, puffin Listerine jelly With smelly drugs, mentally bugged, high as I ever been Peer pressuring, weird specimens with adrenaline Hostile for days, needing hospital stays To dry my skeleton, after what's in my system settles in I fake my own death to get wet, leaking effect Because I'm good for putting water on weed like Geopets
[Cage] If evil decides today he left her sucking on the guns She put what she thought on the wall and left her tounge These secrecy I say want crunches to come No digits to dig, is she to cookin with nowhere to run Son a, Senator dies today, he put too much in the blood They left him leaking on the floor with liquid in his lungs I'm stuck with these lies to say Why bring a daughter or son into a planet That you paying to drink the water from
[Cage] When the madness stops I be approximately open Lead the horse to water, can't get him to drink it, but smoke it Am I leading these kids straight to hell? I'm thinking probably In oddity, not to be listen to outside this odyssey This album's like a fish, pissing when it's captured I guess that means it's gonna leak on the net when it's mastered Hence the title that the guardians of death damned it That's G.O.D for PCP made from where angels landed
[Tame One] Let me speak up for the leaked up savages Time travellers, characters turned over Blunt soaking sherm doners The water on the brain long term damage that manage to maintain Polluted by the purple rain stain My name's anonymous with embalming a sticky wet Keeping it fair for the squares that's a dipped cigarette Biohazardous, blasphemous, angel dust dutches to smoke With a dubble package like how they do rappers out on Interscope
[Cage] If evil decides today he left her sucking on the guns She put what she thought on the wall and left her tounge These secrecy I say want crunches to come No digits to dig, is she to cookin with nowhere to run Son a, Senator dies today, he put too much in the blood They left him leaking on the floor with liquid in his lungs I'm stuck with these lies to say Why bring a daughter or son into a planet That you paying to drink the water fromTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
